Zhudah Sakkel
Character
NAME: Keladri Hesstore, "Kelly"
FACTION: None
RANK: None
SPECIES: Atrakenite
AGE: 14
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: 155cm
WEIGHT: 45.5kg
EYES: Blue
HAIR: Brown
SKIN: White
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
Survivalist - Breath hold duration: 10 minutes. Perception Level: Proficient in all 5 stages. Knowledge of Most Natural Edible Foods: Proficient. Physical Fitness: Intermediate. Mentally Sound: Skillful.
Linguist - Knows multiple languages and also facial expressions and body language.
Realist - Neither a Pessimist nor an Optimist, Kelly can be blunt, expressionless, and absent, but neither a good nor bad situation clouds her judgement or rationality.
Knowledge - What happened during the Battle of Atraken? Is that a person? Biology Shmiology. Multiplication is out the window.
Thantophobia - Kelly isn't afraid of death, herself, but can easily have anxiety attacks if she thinks someone she loves or cares about dies or is about to die, causing her to freeze up. Because of this, she avoids confrontation and getting to know people, unless they are day to day people she has to deal with (enemies, store owners, other services, etc)
Career Skills - Don't let her drive or pilot, don't let her fire a projectile weapon and sure as hell don't let her near computer systems. Somehow, she always ends up crashing the system.
APPEARANCE
At a galnce, Kelly isn't very special. Just a little over five feet, she is a somewhat small girl who doesn't look like much of a punch will phase you. Although her race of human is different, perhaps even with their standard gravity and nutritional options, she could just as easily look Hapan, Corellian or even Mandalorian. Yet her endearing qualities may be the tone of her hair or her eyes, with her hair easily looking red in the right lighting, and her precious blue eyes striking even the strongest of her innocence.
Kelly's activities largely reflect on her appearance more often than not, where they could manifest anywhere from her legs to her face. Living underground, then moving to a lush forest, Kelly was always an adventure. And what came with adventuring was cuts, bruises, and other unsightly blemishes not proper of a "lady." Most commonly bruises can be seen day to day on her wrists, elbows and knees. Her face and hands have very few and small cuts and scars, but her facial scars are rarely noticeable, compared to her hands.
Kelly's activities largely reflect on her appearance more often than not, where they could manifest anywhere from her legs to her face. Living underground, then moving to a lush forest, Kelly was always an adventure. And what came with adventuring was cuts, bruises, and other unsightly blemishes not proper of a "lady." Most commonly bruises can be seen day to day on her wrists, elbows and knees. Her face and hands have very few and small cuts and scars, but her facial scars are rarely noticeable, compared to her hands.
BIOGRAPHY
Like many of her distant relatives, Kelly grew up on Trilos. For most of her life, Kelly grew up inside a stitched together settlement that was built in the old mines, which no longer had anymore metal or minerals to harvest. Since most of her life on Trilos was spent underground, she didn't always get to see the outside. There were times when she could, but she was too young to venture off outside alone. Her parents picked up manual labor jobs while her mother was the one that was mostly home. But Kelly aspired to be like her father, to where she was strong enough to get dirty and be just as strong. But life on Trilos was short, as there just wasn't enough money. Thankfully, her father got a better job, but it was on another planet. Which would mean space travel, fresh air, and a new world to explore!
This new planet was called Abbaji, and it was where her father got jobs cutting wood and also another mining job. The more hours he put in, the more money the family had to live a comfortable life. But the air wasn't as perfect as their original home. Or, it wasn't as perfect, as it wasn't always breath, but the oxygen on Abbaji was mixed. To keep their daughter safe, Kelly was, again, kept safe in an underground home. Underground bunkers became a staple in young Kelly's life. They became the meaning of safety, home, and passively hidden from those who seek to harass others. Passively hidden meaning when bad people were out on a search, the bunker was natrally hidden because it wasn't above ground. And with Abbaja being a somewhat common place for criminals to fly through, especially copycats of old, this kept little Kelly safe and happy.
This new planet was called Abbaji, and it was where her father got jobs cutting wood and also another mining job. The more hours he put in, the more money the family had to live a comfortable life. But the air wasn't as perfect as their original home. Or, it wasn't as perfect, as it wasn't always breath, but the oxygen on Abbaji was mixed. To keep their daughter safe, Kelly was, again, kept safe in an underground home. Underground bunkers became a staple in young Kelly's life. They became the meaning of safety, home, and passively hidden from those who seek to harass others. Passively hidden meaning when bad people were out on a search, the bunker was natrally hidden because it wasn't above ground. And with Abbaja being a somewhat common place for criminals to fly through, especially copycats of old, this kept little Kelly safe and happy.
On the days she could venture out, she always got into trouble or hurt. Not trouble with local settlements, but more like attracting the dangerous species... or trying to fight them. She always had a stockpile of things her parents wouldn't let her keep, hidden a little ways out from her home, and mapped out where she found delicious fruits and berries whenever she wanted a snack. Quickly learning what was good ...and what was deadly, when her parents had to save her. One of the items she kept hidden, that she attended to everyday, was a little wooden sword she made when she wanted to fight the smaller beasts on the planet. Made from the natural and local Firethorn trees that she was taught about and learned from, she called her sword the Firethorn. Her father was always working around fire and heat when he was mining, to smelt metals, and thorns were always known not to be messed with. They sometimes would leave a person hurt and upset, even if they got away. And with Kelly's horrible crafting skill, the sword was full of splinters, and the small beasts HATED it. But... she never actually killed anything, just pissed them off.
Sadly, this comfortable life was forced to a halt. Her father ending up getting into an accident and hospitalized. The details were always unknown to Kelly, but the aftermath destroyed their financials. With her father trying to recover, the credits stopped coming in, and the mother and daughter had to start saving what they could. While most went to try and treat their father, very little was left. The mother fell into sickness, while trying to keep her daughter fed and dealing with stress, but eventually it was too much to handle. Her father never recovered, and died during treatment, and Kelly was old enough to think, but had no one to tell her to stop. With what money was left, Kelly left it to the recovery centers to treat her mother. And Kelly left her home, so she wouldn't be an issue to worry about, or a mouth to feed. Kelly wanted to see the stars again, and she felt fit enough to do manual labor as her father did. Most local business didn't want child labour on their hands, but a few were thoughtful enough to let her do some tasks so she could send credits home to her ill mother, some of them knowing her father. So when she started in the mining business, it eventually led her to the transport business. Hauling cargo, resources, whatever it was, Kelly was happy, happy to both have fun in doing what she liked, and help her mother back home. But it had been a couple years since she had been home, though she never tried to stop sending the credits.
Sadly, this comfortable life was forced to a halt. Her father ending up getting into an accident and hospitalized. The details were always unknown to Kelly, but the aftermath destroyed their financials. With her father trying to recover, the credits stopped coming in, and the mother and daughter had to start saving what they could. While most went to try and treat their father, very little was left. The mother fell into sickness, while trying to keep her daughter fed and dealing with stress, but eventually it was too much to handle. Her father never recovered, and died during treatment, and Kelly was old enough to think, but had no one to tell her to stop. With what money was left, Kelly left it to the recovery centers to treat her mother. And Kelly left her home, so she wouldn't be an issue to worry about, or a mouth to feed. Kelly wanted to see the stars again, and she felt fit enough to do manual labor as her father did. Most local business didn't want child labour on their hands, but a few were thoughtful enough to let her do some tasks so she could send credits home to her ill mother, some of them knowing her father. So when she started in the mining business, it eventually led her to the transport business. Hauling cargo, resources, whatever it was, Kelly was happy, happy to both have fun in doing what she liked, and help her mother back home. But it had been a couple years since she had been home, though she never tried to stop sending the credits.
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